At the last unexpected petition he slyly peeped through his long lashes at Rose, as though to see how the innovation would strike her. She said nothing, but inwardly she was both frightened and angered.
“Good-night, precious. Sleep well.”
“Good-night, Mummie.”
She kissed him and went away.
At the door of the nursery she paused.
“Miss Wade.”
“Yes, Mrs. Aviolet?”
The little governess was meek and inoffensive. She generally wore a conciliatory smile and coloured up to her spectacles with nervousness when she was spoken to unexpectedly.
“Has Ces been having ideas put into his head about going to school?”
Miss Wade looked very much astonished.